Page 12 of Forbid Me (The Good Ol' Boys 2)

  “I love you,” I simply stated.

  “I’m going to come, Jacob, please…”

  “Please what, baby?”

  “Come with me.” Her pussy clamped down and I thrust in and out a few more times because she felt so fucking good, until I couldn’t hold back any longer and released my seed deep within her core.

  Exactly where it belonged.

  I heard noises coming from the bathroom.

  At first I walked toward the door because I thought maybe he was hurt or something. I was about to call out his name when I heard him cuss in a voice that seemed like he was dying. I opened the door and he immediately groaned my name without even realizing that I was standing right there.

  Watching him.

  I had never seen anything remotely close to the scene playing out before my eyes. I knew that guys masturbated, I wasn’t that naïve, but I had never even seen a guy’s dick before. And Jacob’s… well, Jacob’s… was fucking huge, his large hand barely covering it. His body was so tense, showing off every sleek muscle. His abs had contracted, emphasizing his six-pack and V right above his happy trail, which was doing all sorts of things to me. His back muscles flexed with every tug and pull. His body was a wonderland that I wanted to explore. I had the urge to lick the water droplets off him, standing in complete and utter awe of him. I wanted him more at that moment than I ever had before. He didn’t stop when he saw me, and I watched with a fascinated regard as he stroked his dick while he was looking at me with the same captivating stare.

  It was like a train wreck that you knew was going to end badly, but you couldn’t look away even if you wanted to. There was no way in hell I wanted to. I was confused when he ordered me to say his name, but shit did it make my lady bits wet and pulsating in ways I’d never experienced before.

  Watching him come as soon as I said his name wasn’t helping my over stimulated situation down below. Causing my skin to burn, igniting the already fuming flames into my bloodstream. Producing a tingly sensation that had me clenching my thighs from the unfamiliar sensations between my legs. The bubbly feeling in my stomach made me excited in ways I couldn’t even begin to describe.

  He never took his eyes away from mine. We were under a lustful spell that had us both rooted to the spot. He stepped out of the shower and I swear I thought he was coming to sweep me up in his arms and make me feel everything I just felt ten times over. So when he said my full name, it reminded me of why I loved it when he called me Lillian, and I took off like a bat out of hell. I ran toward the door and it was roughly slammed shut as soon as I opened it.

  “What the fuck?” he roared. “Are you really going to leave like that?”

  I turned to face him. “Yes… no… I don’t know.”

  “The last thing I need right now is for you to act like a child.”

  My eyes widened, hurt.

  “Shit,” he drawled out.

  I immediately turned to open the door, but he slammed it shut again behind me.

  “I didn’t mean it like that,” he half-assed apologized.

  I stepped away from the door, needing to put some space between us. I couldn’t think when he was that close to me.

  “Why are you running?”

  I shrugged not knowing how to answer. When I saw his ball cap sitting on the nightstand, I instinctively grabbed it, placing it on my head. His face frowned, looking at me confused, and I tried like hell to not stare at his body that was still only in a towel.

  “Answer me,” he demanded.

  I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out.

  “Kid, it’s me. Okay? It’s. Me.”

  I peered down at the ground. He walked toward me, placing his fingers under my chin to get me to look at him.

  “Why?”

  “I got overwhelmed because I’ve never been in a situation like this before,” I explained, trying to keep my voice from breaking. I cleared my throat. I didn’t want him to see me cry. “I felt things I’ve never felt before, and I didn’t know what to do next,” I mumbled, desperately wanting to look at the ground again.

  “I have no experience when it comes to stuff like this. You’re the only thing I know, what we’ve done are the only things I know. I’m sorry I’m not more experienced, but if you tell me what to do. I’ll do—” he placed one finger on my lips, silencing me.

  “Knowing that you’re so pure is what’s keeping me from throwing you over my shoulder and making you mine. It’s your innocence that drives me fucking insane, Kid. I don’t want to taint you, Lily.”

  “Oh…” I muttered, shocked.

  He chuckled.

  “Does that mean? I mean are we going to?”

  “No.”

  I grimaced.

  “Not because I don’t want you. As much as we don’t want to talk about it, Lily, you’re sixteen, I’m twenty-three. Not only that but you’re Lucas’s baby sister. Do you have any idea what he would do to me if he found out you were here with me? What your parents would do?”

  “I don’t care. That doesn’t matter to me. It’s none of their business. It’s my life. You’re my life. I love you, Jacob. I’ve always loved you.”

  It was his turn to grimace. His reaction hurt me so much.

  “Sweet girl, you don’t know what that means.”

  “Yes, I do. I know the way you make me feel. I know that I’m happy when I’m with you. I know that I’m sad when I’m not. I know I think about you all the time. Most of all I know in my heart that you love me, too. As much as you don’t want to admit it, you love me. I wouldn’t be here if you didn’t. You’ve always loved me. We’re lobsters,” I wallowed, not being able to stop the tears forming in my eyes.

  “Lily, it’s not like that—”

  I stepped back as if he slapped me across the face. In a way he had. “You don’t mean that.”

  “What we’re doing is wrong.”

  “What?” She looked at me shocked like I smacked her in the face.

  “That can’t come as a surprise to you.”

  “Then why am I here?”

  “Lillian, I should have never kissed you the first time, I shouldn’t have kissed you the second time and God forbid me, I should have definitely not hauled you up for a weekend in a room alone with me. But your light, Kid, it draws me in like a moth to the flame. I can’t stay away from you.”

  “See! You. Love. Me.”

  He sighed. “Let’s just lay down, okay? Take a timeout. Watch a movie and just hang out. Alright?”

  I bit my lip.

  “I’ll let you keep that hat.” He grinned.

  “This is your favorite hat. You always wear it.”

  He nodded, looking like he wanted to say more but held it back. “No scary movies?” he probed with the same sly smile.

  “Deal.”

  He reached for my hand and I took it.

  We watched two movies before Lily fell asleep in my arms. When I woke up, I was at the edge of the bed and she was pretty much sleeping on top of me. She was using me as a body pillow, her head on my chest, her arm around my stomach, and her leg draped over my thighs. I actually leaned forward to look at the whole other side of the bed, that didn’t even look like it had been slept in. I cracked my neck, looking at the clock. It was nine am and Lily was still completely passed out on top of me.

  “Kid.” I shook her.

  “Five more minutes.”

  I chuckled. “Come on it’s your last day here. Let’s go do something.”

  “In five minutes.”

  I sighed, laying back against the pillow and shut my eyes. When I woke up again it was eleven am, which was surprising because I never slept in. We were still in the same position, except Lily was lying even more on top of me, if that was even possible. She moved her knee up a little, immediately moving it back down when she felt the bulge in my gym shorts.

  The wide smile gave away that she was awake. “Your friend is up.”

  I laughed, big and throaty, making her smile

bigger.

  “That seems to be a running theme when you’re around,” I stated, placing my arm under my head to look at her.

  She nudged her face into my chest. “We haven’t made friends yet and he already loves me. Seems promising. I could officially meet him if you’d like?” She peered up at me through her lashes.

  I shook my head no.

  She shrugged. “It was worth a try.”

  “Well, we wasted all morning sleeping because of you.”

  “Meh, Ohio is overrated. I’d much rather hang out by the hotel pool today.”

  “I think I could arrange that.”

  Lily dressed in the bathroom while I changed into some board shorts and a gym shirt. When she came out, she had her hair in pigtails. My first thought was how much I wanted to grab those damn pigtails like handlebars and let her devour every inch of my fucking cock.

  Goddamn it.

  When she ran away from me last night, it was probably one of the worst moments of my entire life. I already felt like a piece of shit for what I allowed to happen. Having her literally running away from me just added fuel to the inferno around me.

  Except Lily was the fire.

  It wasn’t a lie when I told her I couldn’t stay away from her. She had this pull over me that I barely understood and it took everything inside me to not tell her that I loved her. Love wasn’t something that was thrown around in my house. On the outside, my parents looked like they were the perfect couple. I guess in some ways they were, but not in the ways that mattered. They did their best to hide things from my sisters and me. I knew a lot of bad shit happened between them behind closed doors. I had found my mother crying more than once and it seemed to get worse since I left for college. I didn’t know where I would be going to law school.

  And I didn’t have a fucking clue what I was doing with Lily in a hotel room.

  I cared about her. I cared about her more than I probably should. I couldn’t deny that. Where it would take me… us, was still yet to be determined. I didn’t want to lead her on, and it killed me to think that I might be. That didn’t stop me from having her here, holding her while she slept, and loving each and every second I was with her.

  I was being a selfish fucking bastard.

  “Hey!” she hollered, sitting next to me in the lounger. “What are you thinkin’ about over here?”

  “Hmm?”

  “I leave you to go use the bathroom and I walk back and you look like you’re questioning your manhood or something.”

  I laughed and so did she. “It's ok if you like men, baby, I will still always love you," she smirked.

  "Cute, really cute, Kid. Don't tempt me, I'll show you just how much I fucking love pussy."

  "Is that a promise or a threat?” she provoked, standing to grab something out of her bag.

  I grabbed my cell phone, checking my messages.

  Lucas: Hey, brother

  Lucas: You around? Need to talk to you.

  Lucas: Been trying to reach you all day.

  Lucas: Where the fuck are you?

  “Shit,” I whispered to myself. He had texted four times in the last twenty hours. I had my phone on silent. I didn’t want any interruptions.

  Jacob: Sorry, man. Been crazy busy with finals.

  I wasn’t completely full of shit.

  Lucas: You busy?

  Jacob: What’s up?

  Lucas: It’s Lily.

  All the blood drained from my body. I couldn’t even type without my fingers shaking. I was in deep shit. I wasn’t ready for this conversation.

  Jacob: What about her?

  Lucas: You talk to her lately?

  I didn’t like where this was going.

  Jacob: Why?

  Lucas: She’s been acting weird. Secretive. You know that’s not her, you can barely get her to shut the fuck up. You know she’s in Ohio, right?

  Jacob: She said something about that. Colleges, right?

  Lucas: Exactly. You know as well as I do, Lily has no fucking interest in college. My parents are too occupied with my mom’s illness to see past her bullshit. I think she’s there for a guy.

  My heart sank and I desperately tried to keep my cool. What the fuck could I say to that? “Yeah, bro, I’m that guy?”

  Jacob: Maybe she changed her mind. She’s young. She’s got time.

  Lucas: Lily? We are talking about my baby sister, right?

  Jacob: All I’m saying is that maybe she wants to try something different. You know, get out of Oak Island and attend college. Do something different.

  Lucas: Why be all guarded then? She’s always told me everything. I just have a feeling it’s a fucking guy, and the fact that she hasn’t said anything to me about it makes me think he’s a fucking douche. The last thing I need right now is for my baby sister to fall for some cocksucker who’s just going to use her. She acts all tough, but I know this shit with my mom is eating away at her.

  Jacob: Yeah.

  Was all I could say, taking a deep breath.

  Lucas: If you talk to her, see if you can get anything out of her, okay? I told Dylan the same thing.

  Jacob: Of course.

  Lucas: Thanks, brother. I gotta go get Mason. Catch ya later.

  I looked at our text messages for I don’t know how long, reading them over and over again. I finally just had to shake it off and threw my phone on the table, looking up to find Lily. When I did my eyes bulged out of my fucking head and I was out of my chair in two seconds flat to cover her before any other fuckers saw her.

  “What the fuck are you wearing?” I roared, throwing a towel around her.

  “It's called a bikini, Dad!”

  “Lillian, do not fucking test me. Not right now.”

  “Why? What happened?”

  “We’re going back to the room so you can put some goddamn clothes on.” I grabbed her hand, dragging her behind me.

  “This is the only bikini I have.”

  “Then we’re going to the fucking gift shop to buy you something that has more material than just some damn strings.”

  She halted, pulling her hand away from me. “No. There’s no one even here. Have you looked around?”

  I did. She was right. “Jesus Christ! All sense of fucking reason I have takes a flying leap when it comes to you.”

  She smiled.

  “What am I going to do with you?” I rasped, brushing her cheek, needing to touch her.

  She looked deep into my eyes with nothing but complete love and devotion for me and said,

  “Anything you want.”

  It had been two months that Jacob and I were together not counting the month that he wouldn’t leave me alone. If you asked him, he would tell you three months, or even tell you since the day I was born.

  He could be cheesy as shit like that.

  Things were good. Things were great actually. He never left my house even though he had a hotel room or at least he says he did, I never saw it. Every time I asked him when he was going home, he would reply with, “I am home, baby, or you’re my home, baby.”

  See? Cheesy shit.

  I loved it.

  I loved him.

  I still hadn’t said it to him, but I knew I didn’t need to. He already knew it. He was trying to make partner at a law firm in San Francisco, but he didn’t talk about it much. He was on the phone or his laptop a lot, so I knew he was still working. Jacob was always great at winning arguments, which I’m sure made him, an amazing lawyer. I don’t know any bosses who would let you take off like he did. We didn’t talk about what would happen after he left, how we would make it work. I guess we were enjoying playing house too much.

  “Don’t go,” he murmured into the side of my neck from behind me. I giggled as he kissed along the nook.

  “I have to go to work, Jacob.”

  “No, you don’t.”

  “How am I going to pay my bills?”

  “Me.”

  “How am I going to buy stuff?”

  “Me.”

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  “How am I going to—”

  He peered up into the mirror, looking at me through our reflections. “I’ll take care of everything. I’ll take care of you.”

  I grinned. “Then what am I supposed to do?”

  “Be with me,” he simply stated.

  “I am with you.”

  “Not when you’re at work.”

  “Jacob…”

  “I know this is important to you. I do. I know you love music and you’re finally using the guitar I bought you and I see you started writing lyrics again, but in all honesty where are you planning on going with this?”

  My eyebrows lowered. “What?”

  He turned me to face him, caging me in with his arms. “Hear me out.”

  “I thought that’s what I was doing.”

  “Lillian,” he warned.

  “I’m all ears.”

  “You’ve been working at the bar for three years. Almost four now.”

  I nodded.

  “Where is it going?”

  “I just want to play and sing.”

  “And I love that about you, sweet girl, but what about the future?”

  “I’m just living a day at a time, Jacob.”

  “You have an amazing talent. I’ve always known that. Do you think maybe you’re selling yourself short? Kid, you can’t work at a bar for the rest of your life.”

  “I know.”

  “Listen, I know some people. Why don’t you let—”

  I jerked back. “You don’t think I could do it on my own?”

  “I didn’t say that.”

  “You didn’t have to.”

  “Lily, I’m just trying to help.”

  “By using your connections? For what exactly?”

  “I don’t know. Maybe get your music on the radio or at least book you a session in a studio to cut a demo. You’re young. I mean right now it may seem okay, but it’s not going to be that way forever.”

  I sighed. “I gotta go to work.”

  “This isn’t over.”

  “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

  He kissed the tip of my nose before moving away from me. I spent the entire drive to the bar thinking about what he said. As much as I hated to admit it, he was right. I didn’t see a future until Jacob came back into the picture and that scared me more than anything. I was jumping right back in. Head first into being dependent on him, and I had yet to figure out if it was a good or bad thing.